A woman sits in a dark room, the only source of light coming from a small window. She couldn't see anything, save for the vague outlines of the walls and door, and the only noise to be heard was the wheezing from the woman now hunched over her chair barely awake, and the sound of footsteps walking past the cell every so often to make sure the prisoner hasn't escaped, not that she had the willpower to anymore.

It wasn't before a man-the same man that's been coming for weeks- approaches the guard standing at the door. They exchange words for a moment, but the woman can't make out what they are saying. The man opens the big metal door directly across the prisoner. The light blinds her, but only for a moment before her eyes adjusted, she can finally see the vile sack of shit encased in human skin.

The man before her didn't look human, they say that's what happens when you play with the laws that be.

He was pale, but not a natural pale, a gray sickly pale, with a sort of blue hue about it. He was short and stout, only coming up to the woman's chin. And his eyes. They were quite possibly the most inhumane part of him. The skin surrounding his eyes was was black as the night sky, and his irises were yellow with black slits for pupils like a cat. She always wondered if he was something else. But the man never talked about himself in these little "meetings" of theirs. Only the woman and the boy.

The thing that was a man but not really a man grabbed the chair sitting in the corner of the cell and dragged it forward till it was right in front of her, barely a foot apart.

"Well hello again, Thea" the man sits down in the chair, "How long has it since our last date? Hmmm"He reaches over and strokes Thea's thigh.

Thea barely glances up at him before mumbling "Not long enough".

The man-thing laughs heartily, "Oh you don't mean that. I know how much you enjoy our time together, always so short, never long enough," He shifts in his chair, "But that's not what I'm here about. You and I both know that."

The man takes a flask out of his hos coat and takes a swig before putting it back, wiping the back of his hand on his mouth.

"Now you know what I'm going to ask. It bears no repeating, but I shall indulge you anyway," He smiles at her, "I know you love the sound of my voice."

"No, I don't," Thea couldn't bear his presence. But it's not like she could do anything about it. The man seemed to finally deem small talk over and voiced the question Theas heard hundreds of times over, it seemed.

"Wheres the boy?" The man demanded the warmth in his voice now gone. "What did you do with him?" Thea said nothing, didn't even bother to bring her head up to look at him. It was beginning to frustrate him.

"Why do you always let it come to this," the man stepped out of the room to command one of the guards, before coming back to the cell.

He walked over to Thea and got down on his knee so he could look up at her downturned face."You know I don't like to do this to you" he adopts a softer tone, rubbing his hands up and down her thighs, attempting to soothe, she assumed, "This can all be over, all you have to do is tell me where the boy is. You would be rewarded handsomely, and your life would be spared."

Thea didn't respond, she never did. It'd been weeks-possibly even months- Theas perception of time was warped from the time she spent sitting in the cell. But still, she wouldn't break. Shed accepted her fate the day she took her oath to do anything to protect him from harm, and she wouldn't break it now, not after holding out for so long.

He prodded her chin, trying to get her to look at him -anything- with him. But she wouldn't entertain him. He eventually grew tired of trying to get her attention. Scowling he got up when a knock sounded at the door.

He opened the door and a guard wheeled in a table, an array of objects and devices lay on top. Both Thea and the man had become acquainted with the items but in far different ways. The man had become an artist of sorts, these objects his medium and Thea his canvas. He became a master of torture, his methods, and instruments changing with every visit.

Thea, on the other hand, had become accustomed to the pain brought by each and every one of the instruments laying on the table. But knowing how each cut, slash and burn that would come upon her didn't make it any less real or painful, if anything it made it worse, amplified the pain she felt, the anxiousness she felt before being tortured, knowing the only way this would end was when she was dead.

But that wouldn't happen, not as long as she had the information they were after.

The man shut the door as the guard walked out and walked over to the table and picked up a knife on the far right of the table. He'd been doing this for so long now, that he had a system. He'll make his way through every instrument from right to left, never spending more than at least five minutes on each one. He was proud of his progress. When he was first appointed to "interrogate" Thea, he had thrown up at the first sight of her blood. But now the sight pleased him in a sadistic way.

He walked over to Thea and asked the question again, and again, no response was given. He shook his head in disappointment and grabbed her right wrist, taking a key and unlocking the chains so he could flip it so that the bottom of her arm showed up. Holding down her arm he pressed the edge of the knife to the inside of her elbow and sliced all the way down to her wrist cutting a small layer of skin, leaving the underlying muscles exposed. Thea's body seized up, clenching her teeth. She tried to breathe through her nose. The burning sensation shot up her arm. Every time her heartbeat she could feel it pulsing in the wound. The man then flipped her arm back over, pressing the open down on the splintered wood at the arm of her chair.

Thea whimpered, she was now breathing heavily, sweat dripping down her her chin. He hair was soaked through. With every second that passed the stabbing pain only seemed to worsen. The man took the knife to her elbow and ran it down to her wrist, same as before. Tears started rolling down her face. She tried to blink in order to stop crying, but that only seemed to make her cry harder.

The man looked at her face and she glared back. He sighed, knowing all of this was in vain, that she wouldn't give away the information. But he continued on regardless. And he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy doing this. She had hurt him, used him. He thought she loved him, but she just used him and his love for her to get what she wanted, nothing more. He went to get up but Thea grabbed his wrist with her untied hand. She looked at him with a kind light in her eye.

"Please," she whimpered, "please just stop this? I'll do anything" her arm was beginning to shake from holding her arm up for so long.

The man looked on her with sympathy, "All you have to do is answer the question, and then I can stop. You know this" The eyes that were that looked on in desperation had hardened, her face to rest on a scowl.

"And you know I can't do that," She practically spat at him. He sighs but before he could move you from her, Thea pulled him towards her by his arm she had grabbed and knocked their heads together. The man reared back and fell on the cold wet floor with a thud. Thea knocked down her chair so that she was now lying sideways on the floor before reaching for her knife that flew out of the man's hand. He saw this, but before he could scream for help she reached over and stabbed the knife through his neck.

He reached up and pulled the knife out, the bleeding intensified. He pressed his hands to the wound but it was too late, he'd lost too much blood. Within seconds he was dead.

Thea lay still for what felt like an eternity trying to catch her breath. She hadn't moved that much in months.

She knew she would have to move eventually. Noone had yet to notice their superior was dead. Thea dragged herself over to the man's body and grabbed the keys out of his coat pocket and unlocked the rest of her chains grabbed the knife and pulled herself up using the table. She limped her way to the door, her legs felt like jelly. She couldn't remember the last time shed even stoop up.

Once at the door, Thea paused. As soon she opened the door she would have at least two guards on her tail immediately. She would have to move fast, hopefully, her newfound will to live would keep her upright and moving.

She took a deep breath before pushing the door and running out.